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I flick my hands at them. “I’m filthy, and Aron kissed me and transferred his filth to me. I’m going to bathe and then eat until he gets here. Are you guys okay to do your own thing?”
“We’ll find a servant,” Markos reassures me.
“A pretty one, hopefully,” Solat adds.
“Glad to see you’re back to being yourself.” I eat a piece of cheese myself as they file out, and then Kerren points at the door, indicating he’ll be just outside.
Then, the heavy doors are shut, and I’m all alone in the sumptuous room.
I spend the next hour in the tub, eating cheese and meat, drinking wine, and relaxing in the scorchingly hot water. It’s so damn nice that I hate to get out, but I do when I tragically run out of wine. I get out of the tub, towel off, and then wrap myself in a fur-trimmed sleeping gown I find in the trunk. I crawl into the epic-looking bed and sigh with pleasure.
And fall asleep.